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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Kay Jaybee Visits My Blog!

I'm trying something new today, friends! Today I welcome author Kay
Jaybee to my site. Kay is on a blog tour promoting her latest book and
is graciously stopping by here with yours truly for a visit. Kay,
welcome to my site! I hope we get lots of visitors to see you take my
blog tour virginity. ;)

The Voyeur - Blog
week-Kyoko

Many thanks for letting me visit your site today to talk
about my brand new e-novel from Xcite, The
Voyeur.

Inspired by a two-part short story called Fantasy 13 which I wrote for the erotica
web site Oysters and Chocolate back in 2007, The Voyeur tells the story of lovers Anya Grant and Clara Hooper,
and how they help their employer to fulfil his list of kinkily erotic dreams.

Blurb-
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen
fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London
flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club;
Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal
members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper,
Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his
willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only
Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s
ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls
performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the
Bridge's Gentleman's Club, Anya's previous employer, have over Mark? A place
Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out,
Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought
they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch...

Despite their slave
status, both Anya and Clara are professional women, who have chosen to be in
Mark’s employment of Mark Parker- the ultimate voyeur. In the six months they
have worked for Mark, he has barely touched them- but boy has he watched them
in action!

As the novel progresses,
we learn that Anya had been sworn to secrecy by Mark as to how she came to work
for him; but if Fantasy 13- the toughest challenge on Mark’s list- is going to
be completed successfully, then Clara is going to have to learn everything
about Anya’s appointment as Mark’s PA, and her previously job at the
antiquated, and rather strange, Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club...

Mark was behind his desk in his study, a mug of fresh,
piping hot coffee in hand, when the knock on the door came. He snapped his open
notebook closed, sat up straighter, and called, ‘Come in.’

He gestured toward the two leather seats in front of
him, and the women sat, both crossing and re-crossing their stockinged legs,
betraying their unease. They were only ever asked to sit down when they were
about to hear something that would hurt, even when that something turned out to
be physically worthwhile in the end.

‘I will fill in the boring background, Clara. Then,
Anya, I’d like you to take over the story. You, after all, were the key player
in that particular show.’ Pouring two extra cups of coffee, Mark passed them to
his assistants, a considerate move that confused them both further. ‘So, it was
almost six and a half months ago. I had been at a meeting at Bridge’s
gentlemen’s club, trying to end my membership with them – and, more to the
point, extract myself from my association with its antiquated attitudes. Anya
–’ he gestured to the redhead fidgeting in her chair ‘– was working there as
the sports and social secretary’s administrative assistant. A job in which she
was totally wasted.’

A blush crossed Anya’s face, and despite the lingering
ache that throbbed through her, she felt a warm glow. Mark
had never praised her work before.

‘Anya was taking the minutes
of a meeting of the club’s cricket team. There was a major match coming up if I
remember rightly, and the Bridge’s manager had his sights firmly set on winning
it. So much so that he decided an additional incentive was to be awarded along
with the trophy, should his team win. I should also point out –’ Mark directed
his attention to Clara ‘– that Bridge’s conditions of employment are not that
dissimilar to my own, but without the luxury of choice. In other words, Anya
had no idea that sexual services would be called upon alongside her excellent
ability to type.’

Clara’s mouth fell open as
she realised what Mark meant, but as she turned to question Anya, Mark shook
his head. ‘No, not yet. You’ll have your chance to comment after your colleague
has told her story. Anya, please take up the story. You needn’t go into all the
details that occurred prior to you entering the study that day, just go from
when you walked through the door, and tell Clara everything that happened.’

Shifting uncomfortably in her
seat, Anya, looked at Clara apologetically, mentally counted to ten, and began.

‘I hadn’t been with the club
long, and on that day I had been sent to Bridge’s main study by my immediate
superior, Ms Hill, to take notes. Well, that was what I was told I was going to
have to do. When I went in, the meeting had already started, and the manager,
Dr Sparrow, was furious with me for interrupting. Ms Hill had set me up.

‘Anyway, Craig, the captain
of the cricket team, was arguing with Dr Sparrow.’ Anya paused, and gestured
toward her current boss. ‘Mark was sitting in the corner. I was sure he was
there under sufferance.

‘Dr Sparrow’s face flushed
angrily when he saw me. I’ll never forget his derogatory tone when he spoke. He
pretty much snarled at me. “Miss Hooper. We are having a team talk. Perhaps Ms
Hill did not explain to you that we asked not be interrupted.”

‘I stood there like an idiot,
not sure what to do. Meanwhile, the team captain, Craig, totally ignored my
presence and continued his argument. He went on and on about how Sparrow
“couldn’t change the goal posts now”, before he was stopped in mid-flow by Dr
Sparrow. I remember feeling as if a hundred eyes were fixed on me. Each team
member appeared hostile, searching and hungry. All except for Mark. He just
stared at me with open curiosity.’

Anya paused, licking her
lips. She knew Clara would want more information, more details, so, after
gaining permission from her boss, she continued, ‘Dr Sparrow was short, with a
waistcoat under his suit, and small half-moon glasses that made him look like a
retired banker. But it was Craig who was the centre of attention in the room.
Pure lust radiated from his face. I felt as if he was silently screaming at me,
“I will be in your knickers and have you begging before the day is out.” He was
one of those men who is incredibly handsome, and is very well aware of the fact.
A peacock; all perfect red hair, green eyes, and muscles. Too arrogant to be
appealing, but at the same time hypnotic, and you just knew he’d be able to
give you a good time, even though it was easier to hate him than like him.

‘I wanted to escape from the
hostile atmosphere, so I simply said sorry, and retreated from the room as
quickly as possible. As I shut the door behind me I heard Dr Sparrow say, “A
punishment due there already, and for Ms Hill too; she should have explained
the situation fully. Volunteers?”

‘Every fibre in my body told
me to get out of there. Yet something stopped me running. As I said –’ Anya
paused again, face flushed, feeling more uncomfortable in her confession than
she had the previous night, when she was being fucked by a group of strangers
‘– there was something dangerous but very tempting about Craig. The way he
always stared at me with open desire seemed to have seared itself onto my
brain. I couldn’t help it; my nipples hardened at the thought of him. As I
hurried back along the corridor to explain our mistake to Ms Hill, I could see
Craig in my mind’s eye kissing my tits, his tongue moving over my breasts,
teasing my teats.’

Lowering her eyes to her lap,
watching her own hands as they clasped together in her lap, Anya went on, ‘I
was really worried about what would happen when I told Ms Hill. All I could
think about was what punishment I was due. I kept telling myself that the worst
they could do was embarrass me with a telling off, but my imagination was
simply running away with me. I’d heard so many exotically sexual tales about
what that team got up to, and what happened at Bridge’s after I’d finished work
for the day that I became more worried by the second. Until then I had
dismissed them as jealous gossip from those who couldn’t afford to join the
club in the first place.

‘Ms Hill was waiting for me
in the office. The moment I sat down at my desk, she towered over me, telling
me off for going into Dr Sparrow’s office during a match talk, and that, as it
was her error as well, we would both be reprimanded.

‘I couldn’t believe it. The
situation was getting more surreal by the second. I told her I was sorry; that
it was simply a misunderstanding. I was determined to remain calm on the
outside, but my heart was thudding like mad. I didn’t say anything else, but Ms
Hill went crazy. She was like a banshee, shouting that I should never speak to
her like that, and that I was ungrateful, and how “a little discipline would do
you good, young lady”, even though I’d not spoken a word!

‘Rather than move away from
me, Ms Hill loomed even closer, seriously invading my personal space. Her hand
came to my throat, and she held it tightly, while her other hand gripped my
right breast. I honestly can’t remember what happened next; it was all a bit of
a blur. Somehow I extracted myself from her grip. I think I shouted at her to
let me go, telling her I wasn’t into old women. That lie was definitely a
mistake. The secretary grabbed my wrists and, pulling them behind me, her teeth
came to my neck, biting into my skin before licking over the marks she’d made.

‘I know my body reacted to
her touch. I know my breasts swelled and my pussy became damp, but at the same
time I was repulsed by her – not to mention confused as fuck. With hindsight I
wonder if she had actually wanted me to give in to her, or if she’d wanted me
to fight harder and overcome her instead – seduce her somehow. All I did was
struggle and squirm until I was out of her grasp, leaving her breathless, and
very angry.’

Observing Clara’s struggle to
keep her expression neutral, Mark was satisfied that Anya had kept her word,
and never spoken about how she was introduced to this life. The more he watched
his staff, the more convinced he became that he’d been right; this was the perfect
way to ease them into Fantasy 13. Although he wouldn’t tell them that – not
yet. As he inclined his head to Anya, encouraging her to go on, Mark’s dick
stirred privately at the thought of the memory she was about to share.

‘Anyway, before Ms Hill could
do or say anything else, the office door re-opened and Dr Sparrow came in,
wordlessly ushering Ms Hill and me back to his study. The cricket team was
reluctantly filing out, all except Craig, who sat proprietarily in a
wing-backed chair near the window.

‘Although it was the presence
of Craig that seemed to fill the room, it was Dr Sparrow who spoke. He told Ms
Hill how disappointed he was in her; that I was new, and so could be excused
this infraction with a warning, but that she needed reminding of her place.

‘Ms Hill demurely lowered her
head, and Craig was told to get me a seat so I could witness the result of my
superior’s error!

‘Pressing me into a large
leather armchair, the cricket captain stood at my side, a hand placed firmly
over my wrist to confirm I was not to move. I remember I began to tremble.
There was an air of expectancy, and I could feel the presence of my own fear;
it was almost tangible as the manager removed his secretary’s outer garments. I
honestly couldn’t take in what was happening. Yet I stayed stock still,
watching every move with an unreal fascination. All the while the heat of
Craig’s hand grew on my arm.

‘Reduced to her underwear, Ms
Hill didn’t appear any more vulnerable than before. Her steely eyes remained
black and clear, and her greying hair was immaculate in its neat bun. That was
when I realised the secretary was actually enjoying herself. In fact, it seemed
appallingly obvious that she’d engineered the entire situation.’

Mark leant forward, his hand
blatantly rubbing his cock through his trousers as he listened to his PA. ‘Tell
Clara more. Everything that
happened in that office. Every detail
you can recall.’

Taking a mini-sip of her fast
cooling coffee, Anya continued, ‘Pulling the belt from his waist, Dr Sparrow bound
Ms Hill’s arms behind her back, removed her bra, and feasted on her small
globes right in front of me. I felt hot and awkward as I was forced to observe,
but every time I attempted to avert my gaze, something in me made me look
again.

‘I simply couldn’t believe
all the rumours I’d heard were true! Bridge’s was supposed to be a respectable
establishment, for fuck’s sake, not some Victorian whorehouse. I tried to get
up then, to get out of the room, but Craig had been expecting me to move, and
increased his pressure on my wrist.

‘Dr Sparrow ordered Ms Hill
to lie prostrate on the carpet. Once she was on the floor, the doctor pulled
down her knickers, grabbed a ruler from his desk, and smacked her bony arse,
forming a pink criss-cross pattern across her skin.

‘Ms Hill whimpered, and
despite my instinctive revulsion, a treacherous want welled up between my
thighs as I fidgeted on my seat. That was when Craig whispered, “This is doing
it for you isn’t it?” into my ear.

‘I didn’t reply. I hadn’t
trusted my voice not to betray me.

‘Dr Sparrow turned to Craig,
and said, “Over to you captain.”

‘Craig let go of me and
casually stripped. There was no denying it; he was gorgeous. Ms Hill said
nothing, but the yearning in her eyes spoke volumes as Craig freed her arms and
helped her to stand, positioning her against the edge of the desk. I could only
stare as he entered her snatch, pumping fiercely until they both groaned with
release and Craig pulled away. What really astounded me, was Ms Hill meekly
saying, “Thank you, captain,” when it was all over, and she was retrieving her
clothes.

‘Then, abruptly, Dr Sparrow
and Ms Hill left with some excuse about making tea, and I was on my own with
Craig. I remember every inch of me feeling as though it had been doused in ice,
and yet I burning with some sort of fever. I was almost paralysed with erotic
uncertainty.

‘Saying nothing as he pulled
me forward, Craig tugged at my bra so my tits were pushed toward his greedy
eyes. I’m embarrassed to say I knew that, there and then, he could do anything
to me and I would welcome it. Panic rose in my throat, only to be overtaken by
unbelievable lust as Craig worked on my breasts. First the left, then the
right, winding his tongue around each nipple, moving at a leisurely pace across
my aching globes. I was shaken with an orgasm before he’d even touched me with
his elegant fingers; an orgasm I knew I should be ashamed of. Yet all I could
do was think about what the hell it might be like if he touched my clit. Then
Craig pulled away.

‘I can remember precisely
what he said to me. The memory of his words will always haunt me. “You’ll have
heard tales about us, I’m sure, and by the expression on your face, I think
you’re beginning to believe them. They are mostly lies, of course, but this is
London’s most exclusive sports club, and we take every aspect of sport very
seriously indeed.” He sat up straighter then, held my chin in his hand, and
forced me to meet his eyes, saying, “I think that will do for now. Tempting
though it is to skewer you here and now, I think you should learn restraint;
you climaxed far too quickly.”

‘That was it, really.’ Anya
risked a look at Mark. ‘That was when I noticed you.’

Clara scanned the space
between her lover and her employer, her mouth open, a million questions queuing
up in her head. However, Mark spoke first, taking up the story.

‘I’d been sitting in the
shadows in the far corner of the room. Dr Sparrow and Craig had known I was
there. It had been Sparrow’s idea to let me observe events secretly. He knew of
my voyeuristic preferences, and hoped if I saw the sort of thing that happened
there I would be encouraged to stay as a club member. In fact, all he did was
increase my desire to have a specialist staff of my own, a staff who I could
enjoy in the same way; but a staff I knew wanted to be there, who were not
cornered into a position like Anya was that day.

‘Once the others had gone,
and Anya was left alone, shocked and aroused, I came out of hiding. It took
some major reassuring to let her know that I wasn’t about to jump her. I asked
Anya quite bluntly if my assumption that she liked women as well as men was
correct.

Once Anya, blushing a
beautiful crimson, told me this was indeed the case, I offered her a job, and
got her the hell out of that place.’

Clara’s mouth hung open, and
a faint stab of betrayal prickled through her. ‘You had a similar life to this
before?’

Anya spoke softly, willing
her partner to understand. ‘Not really. I wasn’t there more than a few weeks,
and here I have choice. Here I can say no. Here I have you.’

Clara lowered her head a
fraction, thinking hard about what Anya had said, knowing it was mad to feel
jealous of Anya’s encounter with Mark. An encounter without her. After all, she
should be grateful to her – for it was Anya who had found her and bought her
here in the first place …

If
you’d like to know what happened next, discover how Clara became Mark’s second
slave, and see how the girls cope with Mark’s extreme list of fantasies, you
can buy The Voyeur from Amazon UK,
Amazon.com and all other good e-retailers.

Many
thanks for letting me visit you today. xx

Bio- Kay Jaybee is the author of the BDSM erotic
threesome novel The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), e-novel Not Her Type: Erotic
Adventures With A Delivery Man (OC Press, 2011) and the BDSM novel The Perfect
Submissive (Xcite 2011), as well as the best selling novella, A Sticky
Situation for The Secret Library anthology, Hungarian Rhapsody (Xcite 2012),
plus the e-anthologies Yes Ma’am (Xcite, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink
Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). She also wrote the sexy anthology The Collector
(Austin & Macauley, 2008), which features the adventures of a writer,
forever in the pursuit of tales of sexual adventure.